She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. It was comforting to have her there, snoring gently. He was completely, devastatingly handsome. She resumed her on guard position, and glaring steadily at him, waited again. Even the love of a mother does not sway him. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet.
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